Ahh, Christmas. Over for another year.
We drove back from BC yesterday, wearing in those winter tires something fierce on completely dry roads. What a bust- but of course, if I hadn't bought them, we would have gone careening off a cliff somewhere and that would be the end of this blog. Not a fitting end, eh?
Gary's gone back to work, but I'm still off until January 4th, sitting about drinking coffee heavy on the flavoured non-dairy creamer, eating fererro rochers, reading Irish chick lit (sooo the best kind) and back issues of Cosmo and boogie-ing to Weezer around the living room.
This is the stuff holidays are made of.
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